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pretty good job of keeping himself standing.
    “Can you believe this?” I muttered. “I mean, as if things weren’t complicated enough, the stupid Council sends Merrin. Merrin?! It’s like they’re going out of their way to piss me off; which I bet is exactly what they’re doing.”
    “We can’t talk about this here. It’s too open.”
    “Not for long,” I said, kicked the door of my room open, and drug Owen inside with me. Once, I was sure the room was completely ‘Flora free’ and that the door was shut behind us, I plopped down on the bed. “This is a nightmare,” I said with my hands over my face.
    “It’ll be okay,” Owen said. My eyes were covered, but I could feel him sit down beside me.  The warmth of him made me feel a little better, but that was no good. Things were awful, and they looked to get even worse. I didn’t need to feel better; not right now.
    “Stop telling me that,” I answered.  “I’m not a frigging child. I’m the Bloodmoon for God’s sake. I think I can handle the truth without it being sugarcoated.
    Owen grabbed my arm and jerked me forward. I sat up beside him now, looking into eyes full of fervor. “Don’t you ever say that out loud!”
    “Relax,”” I pulled away from him. “There’s no one here. How are we going to get through this if you won’t even be frank with me?”
    “Don’t you see how this is a good thing?” He asked with narrowed eyes.
    “You mean your fiancé- who has always been out to get me, by the way- watching our every move for the next two weeks? No. Forgive me if I can’t find the silver lining in that.”
    “It could be the Council themselves,” Owen said. “We already know that Merrin can’t see inside your mind. If she could-“
    “Then she’d know that I killed my father, and that I am the Bloodmoon,” I finished.
    “You were driving the car when your father died. That’s not the same as killing him. And even if it was, that doesn’t mean you have to be the Bloodmoon; even if you are the product of a Luna/Blut union.”
    “Tell that to your girlfriend,” I scoffed bitterly.
    Owen took my face in his hands and, turning it toward him so that we were eye to eye, said, “I am telling my girlfriend. You are not evil. You are not a killer. The only way you could make this world any worse, would be if you weren’t in it anymore.”
    Okay, he loved me. He really loved me, but that didn’t change our predicament. And, as much as I wanted to kiss him, let him hold me, and believe him when he told me everything would be okay; an ever growing piece of me knew better than that.
    “What if she can read my mind?” I asked.
    “She can’t,” Owen assured me. “I’ve known Merrin since we were younglings. If she had that ability, it would have surfaced long before now.”
    “And how about the way she threw you across the room without lifting a finger? I might be mistaken, but the last time we saw her, she couldn’t do that either. The Council is obviously giving her powerups. What if they add telepathy to the buffet line?”
    “They won’t,” Owen squeezed my hand.
    “How do you know?” I asked.
    “Because we won’t give them a reason to. We’ve gotten this far, and no one has been the wiser. So Merrin is here for the Council. So they want to ferret out everything we’ve tried to hide. We won’t let them.”
    “I don’t know how we’ll stop them,” I admitted. My hand, like my spirit, was limp in Owen’s grasp. But he held me up. He gave me support, and maybe that would be enough.
    “We’ll be careful; so careful that we’re perfect,” he whispered into my ear.
    I leaned into him, letting the warmth of his breath caress my neck. He smelled of heat and copper, and I wanted nothing more than to disappear within him and never let myself be found. “If you wanted perfect, I think you picked the wrong girl.”
    He kissed my cheek and slid over to the corner of my mouth, warming it with his own. “Let me be the